There was once a man named Mahone
         Who would always use his phone
         His wife complained about his habit
         But he always dashed away like a rabbit

         One day the wife could take it no more
         For she was feeling quite sore
         When Mahone was snoring
         The wife went out exploring

         She threw his phone out into the streets
         Mahone then woke up from his sleep
         A bus soon crushed his phone
         When Mahone saw this he groaned

         The wife then went shopping
         When she arrived home her eyes were popping
       “The phone rose from the dead!”, she said raving mad
         Mahone’s phone turned into an ipad